In My Desperate Time

My private part is in pains excruciatingly after his torture.

The man sneers and pulls his thing out of my body. He gets two tissues and wipes the blood on his dick.

He looks me up and down, his eyes are full of anger.

“Jane Noyes, keep doing that, keep being like a dead fish. Maybe I will get tired of you after a few times. Then you can get out of here, you can go to Steven Song, or Noah Jefferson, and your scumbag ex-husband!”

I look at the man in front of me and truly feel funny. I even felt a bit reluctance to leave him, but now that feeling disappears and turns into a strong hatred.

This man has no heart at all, and I'm not even a bed-warming tool to him!

“Frances Louis, I hate you!” I glare at him and speak with my gnashing teeth.

But why my heart hurts so badly?

It hurts so much that I can barely breathe, so painful that I'm on the verge of bursting into tears.

Even after being treated so roughly by Frances Louis, even though my private part hurts, I still didn't want to cry. But now I couldn't hold back my tears.

The man puts on his pants, glances at me indifferently, and says, “It's not bad that I can be remembered by you in this way.”

He has already gone

to squat, but

go to the bathroom and check my private part. I find that it’s red and

it is

thrusts in without any foreplay, and

Frances Louis

said, he might really let me

sleep would

I find that

body nicely, so I change

is sitting on the couch, talking

not to see

cab and

pain, I don’t dare to sit down, so

and asks, “Are you suffering

stunned, then

lacerations seem more

dozen people outside the door and I couldn't sit down, so I have to stand there, waiting

the

quite embarrassing to come to the Gynecology Clinic, so I walk in with my head down and sit down in front